She saw in the rainbow the earth's new architecture, the old, brittle corruption of houses and factories swept away, the world bui...lt up in a living fabric of Truth, fitting to the over-arching heaven.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fon...d of (as one is fond of oneself)Mto hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colours.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The time is perhaps not altogether too green for the vile suggestion that art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in t...he clear and does not make clear, and more than the light of day (or night) makes the subsolar, -lunar, and -stellar excrement. Art is the sun, moon, and stars of the mind, the whole mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

On the day that will always belong to you,lunar clockwork had faltered...and I was certain. Walkingthe streets of Manhattan I thought:Remember this day. I felt alreadylike an urn, filling with wine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The shows of the day, the dewy morning, the rainbow, mountains, orchards in blossom, stars, moonlight, shadows in still water, and... the like, if too eagerly hunted, become shows merely, and mock us with their unreality.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »